Zhou Zhengwen suffered a crushing defeat.
The system was frantic, 【Host, your delicate persona is about to go OOC again!】
Qin Wanyin already had an excuse ready.
Pointing at an ant passing by on the ground, she said, “That scared me to death! I’m terrified of bugs. Sorry, I got too worked up just now and accidentally hurt you. Are you okay?”
People are inherently delicate, but when faced with bugs, they become tough!
That makes perfect sense!
If Sister Lin had ever encountered her nemesis, who knows—once her potential was unlocked, she might have been able to uproot a willow tree with her bare hands.
The ant: …
It was just an ant passing by. Why did it have to take the blame for this?
Zhou Zhengwen writhed in pain on the ground, grimacing and gritting his teeth.
The director quickly called the crew’s medical staff, who carried him away.
Seeing this, Qi Heng and Chi Lie both had the same thought:
Thank goodness it wasn’t me competing against her.
【She’s that tough?!】
【I played this game with my husband once. He laughed at me for being weak, so I got angry and pried his legs apart, and then… we both ended up in the hospital.】
【Are you male or female, person above??】
【I can actually relate. Once, I went hiking with my family, and halfway up, I ran out of energy. Then someone said, ‘There are snakes around here.’ I sprinted forward in one go and made it to the peak.】
【That’s the power of potential! No more talking—I’m going to study while jumping off a building to unlock my potential and aim for a civil service job in the underworld!】
【East Asians, stop overworking yourselves! Haven’t you worked hard enough in this life? Now you’re taking it to the underworld?】
The live chat went off the rails.
The comments section even started selling study materials like “Five Years as a Yin Official, Three Years of Practice,” “The Complete Guide to the Real King of Hell,” and “Underworld Official Language Proficiency Tests (Levels 4 and 6).”
It was utterly ridiculous.
Fortunately, one viewer stayed true to the original topic and steered the conversation back.
【So, does this mean Zhou Zhengwen is going to be sleeping on the streets tonight?】
Whether he’d be sleeping on the streets was uncertain, but he’d likely spend the night in the hospital ward.
“Knock, knock, knock—”
A knocking sound echoed.
Everyone seemed surprised that someone would come. “Director, is this part of the show?”
“No, it’s not…”
The director was also puzzled as he opened the door.
Standing outside were three or four villagers, men and women, led by the village chief.
The director thought they might have been too noisy and disturbed the locals.
“Did our filming get too loud? Did we disturb everyone?”
The village chief shook his head. “We’re here to see Miss Qin.”
The director thought he’d misheard. “Who?”
“I’m all packed,” Qin Wanyin said as she walked out, carrying two suitcases. “Let’s go.”
Qi Heng, holding a glass of red wine, paused. “You’re leaving?”
“Yes.”
Hearing her answer, he leaned lazily against the back of his chair, lowering his head as if lost in thought.
This had been his plan all along—to force Qin Wanyin out by giving her a rundown room, making her quit the show.
Now that he’d gotten what he wanted, he should have been happy.
But as he watched Qin Wanyin actually step out the door with her luggage, an inexplicable feeling washed over him.
The live chat was also buzzing with discussion.
【Qin Wanyin must be leaving because the room is too shabby!】
【It’s just one night—is it really that big of a deal? She’s too pampered!】
【Don’t talk without knowing the struggle! The production team did this on purpose. The other guests either have fans or connections. This room was meant for Qin Wanyin from the start!】
Liu Yiyi grabbed her wrist.
“Sister Wanyin, don’t quit the show just because of a room. If you don’t like it, I’ll swap with you. It’s fine, really—just one night. I’ll manage. Besides, sleeping under the stars sounds quite romantic. If I can’t sleep, I can always count them.”
Fans: Aww, my girl is so kind-hearted!
They immediately recorded the clip and uploaded it to a short-video platform.
The caption read: “Worldly yet unworldly, a princess without the princess attitude—this must be what a ray of sunshine looks like!”
“Sure, if you like it, you can have it.”
Qin Wanyin didn’t hold back.
She even offered, “Need help moving?”
Though phrased as a question, it was more of a statement.
Because Qin Wanyin moved with lightning speed. No sooner had she spoken than she dashed upstairs.
Five minutes later.
She came back down and said to Liu Yiyi, “You can enjoy the starry sky tonight. No need to thank me—just doing my part.”
…Wait, did she actually move out?
Qi Heng stood up and pulled Qin Wanyin’s suitcase toward him. “That’s enough. Is all this drama really necessary? If you don’t want to stay, I can ask the production team to arrange another room for you.”
Chi Lie chimed in, “Yeah, don’t leave.”
Liu Yiyi pursed her cherry-pink, delicate lips.
Her shimmering eyes, reflecting a rainbow of colors, brimmed with diamond-like tears.
That fragile, pitiful look made the men who adored her want to pull her into an embrace, hold her tight, and say with reddened eyes, “Don’t cry—I’d give you my life!”
(—The above text is credited to Qin Wanyin, ninth-generation heir of the Mary Sue literary tradition, and has nothing to do with San Ying Li.)
With three parts resilience and seven parts endurance, Liu Yiyi smiled softly. “It’s fine, as long as Sister Wanyin is happy.”
Qin Wanyin couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Can we please keep your character consistent? One moment you’re a tough girl, the next you’re a delicate flower.”
“Don’t be so contradictory next time, or I’ll have to call the psychiatric hospital!”
The villa fell into an eerie silence.
Even quieter than when Shu Huan read Yi Ping’s diary.
[How savage!]
[Forget savage—just tell me how much! Sister Qin, are you selling that mouth of yours?]
[Sister Qin, start a course! Call it ‘The Art of Speaking by Qin Wanyin’! I’d buy it in a heartbeat!]
Qin Wanyin glanced at Qi Heng again. “But sorry to disappoint—I’m leaving, but not entirely.”
She handed a 24-inch suitcase to the village chief and told the production team, “I’ll be staying next door from now on. It won’t affect the filming.”
As she spoke, she pointed out the window.
The villa next door was stunning—three stories tall, adorned with carvings of dragons and phoenixes, built in an elegant, classical style. It was on a completely different level from the production team’s villa.
So, from the very beginning, Qin Wanyin had never intended to stay here.
And she certainly hadn’t been trying to steal Liu Yiyi’s room.
The director stared at the building in disbelief.
He had once taken a liking to that villa and wanted to rent it.
But the village chief had refused.
That building was the village library, jointly donated by young scholars who had left the mountains to give back to their hometown. It held profound significance.
It was the treasure of the entire village, the spiritual nourishment for all the children here.
Letting outsiders live in their “food storehouse”—how could the villagers ever agree to that?
The director understood and didn’t push further.
But when it came to Qin Wanyin, why was it suddenly allowed?
Wasn’t this a double standard?
The director said unhappily, “Village Chief, didn’t you say before that the small villa behind the library wasn’t for rent?”
Qi Heng lowered his gaze and glanced at Liu Yiyi.
She was looking longingly at that villa.
Seeing her fondness for the villa, he declared with determination, “Village chief, however much Qin Wanyin paid to rent that villa, I’ll pay double.”
The village chief was displeased.
Money, money, money—do these wealthy people think everything can be bought with money?
Get lost!